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This story is complete in itself, but is a continuation of New Year This
story is pure fantasy, the author does not condone or encourage
paedophiliac activities New Year, School time fun!
The plaintive notes and words "Wednesday morning at 5 o clock as the day
begins". Echoed across the lounge as I finished the tidying up. I had
come back from visiting my wife at the hospital yesterday and now I had to
catch up with the chores. It was actually 7:30 on a Tuesday morning but it
was near enough to the record to make me smile. In 2 hours Natalie was due
to arrive. I shouted up the stairs, Nicky get up now. You have got school
today! I then went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. I
knew there would not be a lot of conversation until we were in the car on
the way to school. Nicky is not at his best first thing in the morning.
Grunts of morning, toast please and a mumbled thanks are all the
communication from my son. 8:15 and it is out to the car, start the engine
and then deice the windows, spraying the fluid and running the scraper
over the windows. It's mornings like this I wish I had used the garage.
8:45 arrive at school and the duty teacher sees me and waves me over. I am
glad I saw you; the head would like a quick word with you about the
governors meeting next week. So I drive into the school and park up by the
office and in to see the head. I still get that flicker of nervous tension
from the days when I was a pupil waiting to receive the cane. The fact
that I am a governor does not help matters. The one day of the term I
don't want to be held up, well at least Natalie would be able to get in to
the house if I was delayed for much longer. It was 9:15 before I was able
to leave school so it would be 9:45 by the time I got home. For once then
it would not be an empty house. Natalie would be there. I smiled as I
drove home.
I got home and let myself into the house. There was an aroma of hot
coffee. I shut the front door behind me and took my coat and shoes off. I
looked down and nearly fainted. There were two pairs of girls' shoes and a
school bag in the hall. "Natalie" I called out, then looked through to the
lounge. I saw Natalie standing there and she beckoned to someone else in
the room and a young girl, with long blonde hair in a pony tail reaching to
her bottom, was standing there in a school uniform of white blouse, short
blue pleated skirt and white ribbed knee length cotton socks. I swallowed,
and felt my heart start racing. She was gorgeous all right, my fantasy
girl, but I knew she had to be 13 years old or less. My fuck time with
Natalie was well and truly fucked up. I asked Natalie who she was and she
said it's my sister Becky, you know Rebecca, don't you remember her?
Natalie then said "well don't just stand there come in and have your
coffee. I got you one ready when we arrived" I went through to the lounge
and saw the mugs of coffee on the side table in front of the sofa. My mug
was in the middle. I sat down and the two girls leant up against me.
What's going on? I asked Natalie. Well the night after the party I was in
bed rerunning what had occurred and playing with myself, and Becky heard
me. Fortunately mum and dad were out otherwise it could have been really
embarrassing. Becky came into my room and snuck under the duvet with me
and joined in. I was sopping wet, she asked me what had got me so excited
and I told her all that you Kate and I had done. I nearly choked on my
coffee at that, a large gulp went down the wrong way as I gasped at what
she was saying whilst having a drink of coffee. We had a very, very long
talk that night, as she wanted to know exactly what we had all done.
Natalie looked at me and realised from the look on my face that I was
having serious problems with all that she had said. What will happen if
she gets in a mood with you and tells your parents or worse still her
teacher?? Stop worrying, she knows if she tells on me I will tell on what
she has been doing with me! At that my heart started to slow down but I
was still very agitated to say the least. Becky grinned at us and then
uncurled herself from the sofa and went through to the hall, I watched her
neat bum wiggling out of the room, I turned to Natalie and asked why Becky
had come with her, did Natalie want an excuse not to have sex, because she
need not have worried because as far as sex went she, Natalie, was in the
driving seat. If she didn't want to have sex she didn't have to have it,
as simple as that. Natalie gave me a wry smile and said well actually
today Becky seems to be in the driving seat. I looked at her totally
stunned. Yes she said Becky wants you to have sex with her. You see I
told her about how caring you were to Kate on New Years day and she has
decided that she wants you to take her cherry. I just sat there with my
mouth hanging open. Becky came back into the room and said, from the look
on Roy's face I guess you have just told him what I want to do today. Will
you Roy, please. My boyfriend tried to do it before the New Year but he
was so rough and couldn't get himself in me and he just hurt me. I heard
how you took Kates cherry and how caring and gentle you were and I want
that too. I have skived off school to be with you, oh and can you ring the
school to say I won't be in. The number is in my schoolbag. I leant over
and brought out her book and rang the school office, fortunately not the
school Nicky goes to. "Hello there I am just ringing to let you know that
Rebeccah Andrews won't be in today" why? Oh she has got sharp cramping
pains in her groin. I put the phone down and Becky giggled, oh such lies
you tell. Well for that you deserve to go across my knee to have a
spanking. Becky leapt across the room and onto my lap; she craned her head
around and said yes please.
I didn't know were to look. Natalie stood up and walked round, she
lifted Becky's skirt tucked it into the waistband and pulled down her
knickers, she looked at me and gave me a big loving kiss. Go on she said,
Becky wants it, she's been over both mum and dad's knee when she was
naughty and each time she has come up to me for comfort and I couldn't tell
if her cheeks or her cunt were wetter. Tears were streaming down her face
and her panties were soaked from her cunt and she had not peed herself!
Becky why do you want me to spank you? Becky said well right from the time
I saw that caning scene in the film "If". I was sitting watching it on the
TV about 2 years ago and when the prefect was caning the boys I started to
have this tingling feeling down there, pointing to her crotch. Then I
could feel wetness in my panties. Ooooh I was so surprised and had to ask
Nat about it after, as I did not know what was happening. Ever since,
spanking and caning have fascinated me. I had real difficulty keeping what
was happening secret from Mum and Dad. After the first time whenever they
told me I was going to be spanked I tucked a folded hanky down my knickers
to absorb the wetness. I then read the boarding school books especially to
read about canings. Do you really want me to spank you? oh yes please; I
am so naughty skiving off school. I should be at school right now, not
here with you. At that my resolve slipped and I raised my right hand, down
it came with a crack, my hand stung like mad, and I could feel the effect
on Becky as she bounced around on my knee, back up and down, my hand went.
It was hurting me but I was loving it too. That small, that very small
bottom. My hand almost covered it completely, framed by her navy blue
pleated skirt and white socks reaching up to her lovely knees so slim so
lovely. Each time my hand came down those white clad legs kicked about,
her pussy screwed into my erection and she cried out, no, stop it please,
each time she cried out I looked to Natalie and each time she motioned to
me to carry on. I lifted my hand off her wriggling bum and could see the
imprint of my hand upon the warm white globes. I got to 6 smacks and I had
to stop for a rest, my hand was red and stinging from the impacts and
Becky's bum was even redder, so what it must feel like I could only guess.
Becky jumped up from my lap and jumped into the air a few times as if to
ease her sore bottom. Can't you continue she asked? I was enjoying that
so much, sorry but look at my hand. Well have you got something you could
use? I have only got garden canes but they would be too severe, I then
thought of something. I stood up and told Becky to stand still. I went
upstairs to my tool cupboard and found a piece of plastic curtain rail, it
was smooth, and only slightly flexible and most importantly it was light. I
took it downstairs and into the lounge.
Becky was standing there with a downcast head her bum was peeping out
from under the roll of her skirt and her eyes were peeping out from under
the eyebrows, she had her hands behind her back waiting. As I went into
the room I saw that a dining chair had been placed in the centre of the
room and Natalie came over to me. She took the rail out of my hands and
placed it by the chair, she then undid my shirt and slipped it off me, then
she knelt down and undid the waist fastenings on my trousers and slid them
and my underpants down and off, lastly she rolled my socks off stood back
up and moved me across to the chair. Natalie sat me down and then knelt
between my legs, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking.
Before there was any risk of me coming she released me and stood up, she
took hold of the front of Becky's skirt and tucked it into its waistband.
Natalie then led Becky back across to me and laid her onto my lap. I leant
down and picked up the piece of curtain rail. Thinking ahead I said to
Becky we need something so that you can stop this, as I don't want to hurt
you too much. I saw the bell ball on the Christmas tree; Becky could
easily hold it and the bell would immediately draw attention if Becky
dropped it. That way you can cry out and pretend to plead as much as you
want but if it gets too much you drop the ball and I stop instantly. Becky
raised herself up and kissed me. Oh thank you for thinking ahead for me; I
was starting to worry, if Natalie misjudged how far I was able to go. Now
I am in control of how far I go.
She lay back down on my lap and reached underneath herself to move my
rigid cock into the most comfortable place for her. I raised the rail up
and brought it smartly down, a red line instantly leapt into view, and
Becky bounced on my lap. I asked her how it was and she said it was fine,
painful but enjoyable! So I set to with vigour 15 strokes a minute. Becky
was soon howling and wriggling on my lap. At the end of the first minute I
stopped the punishment and caressed her fiery red globes, my fingers
slipped down the crack to her pussy. I gave her half a minute of
caressing. Because it was so awkward using the rail on Becky whilst she was
seated on my lap I gave it to Natalie to continue. She did so with relish,
if anything she was caning her sister harder than me for another 15
strokes. I then caressed Becky's bum. I then took over the cane; because
of the angle I was only hitting 1 side of her bum. Natalie took over for
the 4th set we were halfway through it when Becky's body suddenly spasmed,
I could feel her cunt lips on my thigh as she pushed down into my lap and I
realised that my leg was dripping from her lubrication. Natalie put down
the rail and caressed her sisters bottom with both hands. Becky stood up
and leant over and kissed me. I could taste the salt of her tears running
down her face. I wiped her eyes and kissed her face dry. I pulled her to
me and grasped her nipple between my lips and sucked. There was almost no
mound there. She was moaning and saying thank you oh thank you. I was so
turned on by that. I lifted her up by the waist and told her to bend her
knees. She lifted her feet up and I stood up and moved across to the sofa.
I asked Natalie to guide Becky's legs onto the sofa as I sat down. She was
an absolute lightweight, as I sat down her nude pussy was on a level with
my face. I gently pulled her in to my face and started licking her clit
and sucking on her unopened fuck tube. Natalie stood behind her little
sister and massaged her undeveloped boobies. It was not very long until
Becky was coming again. Natalie then slipped down and put her head between
my legs and swallowed my cock. She took the first half with no problem but
had to work on the last 3 inches until it was entering her throat. She
then started bobbing her head and up and down my cock. It was heavenly. I
was already well aroused by the caning of Becky and it was only a matter of
minutes and I could feel the swelling in my cock as the semen started to
rush up. As I came I pulled Becky into my face hard and nibbled her clit
she whimpered from the pressure I put on her abused bottom. And then she
came, wave after wave. Liquid was dripping out of her cunt and being
caught by my tongue. She tasted divine. Natalie was meanwhile taking all
my cum into her mouth, the first jets went straight down her throat; she
lifted off me slightly so that the rest was squirted into her mouth. So
that she could get the full flavour (she told me afterwards when we were
talking)
Holding tight to Becky I stood up and said to Natalie to follow me. I
carried Becky up the stairs to my bedroom and between us we laid Becky face
down on the bed. We removed the band tying her hair Natalie ran her
fingers through it and spread it out across her back and down her sides
like a waterfall of pale blonde hair. She was so tired by the force of her
coming and her caning that she was already fast asleep. She looked so
sweet and naughtily virginal in her tucked up skirt, blouse and white socks
Natalie and I left her there and went downstairs, into the kitchen and made
ourselves more coffee then on into the lounge with a towel and the coffee.
I placed the towel on the sofa to catch any lubrication from Natalie's
cunt, we sat together on the sofa, cuddled up and talked. That was awesome
Natalie said after a few minutes of quiet reflection. I have seen her
after mum or dad have spanked her but to see her cum from being caned, I
know how hard I was hitting and I could see the marks on her butt, and
still she clung onto that ball. Totally awesome. We finished our drinks
and I caressed Natalie's swelling boobs, teasing her nipples by pressure
from my thumb and forefinger. I could feel her breathing increase in speed
as I asked her if she wanted to have sex now and if so upstairs next to her
sister or downstairs. Upstairs please. So we went back upstairs and into
my bed. Becky was fast asleep the individual lines on her bottom were
smoothing out into a generalised red glow and one deeper red line. Natalie
said to me, feel me, I am so wet already, just enter me. With that she
laid down on her back and lifted her legs up I knelt down between them and
Natalie brought her legs up to my shoulders, as I moved forward she was
rolled round on her hips by the pressure of my shoulders on her knees and
it presented her cunt to my cock. I slid gently forward and luxuriated in
the feel of her wet cunt walls sliding along my cock. It was beautiful
although our caning Becky had been exciting it did not compare to the
sensations I now was getting. I was able to slide all the way home until
my pubic hair was tickling her nearly nude pubes. It was a gentle slow
fuck, designed to give us both as much pleasure as possible. I reached
around her bottom and put my finger into her cunt beside my prick and wet
it well I then went to her ass and gently inserted my finger into her
rectum and worked it in and out. As my finger went deeper into her ass I
could feel my prick through the wall of her rectum. I asked her, do you
want to try ass fucking? She said yes, but promise me you will stop if I
don't like it, of course. I pulled out of her cunt and repositioned my
self, I raised her legs more so that her crotch tilted more and then I
gently pushed into her ass. I restrained myself as I could see Natalie
nibbling her lip, obviously in some discomfort; I asked her if she wanted
me to stop. No, no, yes, NO, NO don't stop keep going. I then pushed
further into her hot tight ass, as I pulled out on each thrust my cock
collected more of the lubrication running down from her cunt and so eased
my passage, I was constantly massaging her clit and I could feel her
starting to cum. I pushed hard and my pubic hair was uptight to her little
bum. As she came I was looking down and I thought if Natalie has a little
bum what does Becky have and will her cunt be able to take me? At that I
started cumming, pumping jism into her hot tight little bum. As I lay
there I heard a little voice beside me saying, that looks interesting, what
are you doing to my sister. I've just fucked her bum; do you feel all
right now? Becky smoothed her hand over her bum and said that it feels
fine, just a bit sore, oh Roy, crazy as it sounds I did enjoy it, am I
perverted? No, I said, it is quite a common reaction to being caned. Some
people love it and some hate it, you are a lucky one because you have an
extra avenue for joy. I think it's time for us all to go downstairs and
have some lunch.
But I want you to fuck me as well, Becky complained. She then stripped
off her clothes, just leaving her white knee socks on. Natalie had
evidently told her about my liking for prepubescent and young teenage
girls in white socks. Becky, you can have me for dessert but we need to
have a first course. We still have plenty of time. We went down into the
kitchen and I sliced the bread, Becky buttered and Natalie put the fillings
in and made the coffees. We took our food through to the lounge and sat
down on the sofa, cuddled together and started eating. I looked from Becky
to Natalie and from Natalie to Becky. I could not believe what we had been
doing. The evidence was there, 2 nude girls and the younger one rocking
from buttock to buttock. Are you all right I asked Becky? I am rather
sore she replied. I went upstairs to the bathroom and fetched my wife's
baby lotion, which she uses as a body lotion, and a bath towel. I went
back down to the lounge and pulled Becky to her feet. I put the folded
towel on the sofa and knelt Becky down on it. I squirted some lotion into
my hand and massaged it into Becky's abused bottom, ooh that's cold Becky
giggled. The skin seemed to drink the baby lotion, so I put some more on.
It took away some of the fiery red from Becky's sweet little bum. My hand
completely covered one cheek, so I reached out with my other hand. I know
my hands are large but they completely covered Becky's sweet little bum. I
wiped my hands on the towel and then sat Becky on it to protect the sofa
from the baby lotion. Ooh that feels much better Becks said and we
continued with our interrupted lunch.
After we had finished eating Natalie cleared the plates and mugs away
and then went upstairs to the bathroom, she returned a few minutes later
with a couple of bath towels. She laid them out on the floor. She then
took me by the hand and led me to the towels, laid me down on the towels,
and said, await your pleasure. My eyes followed Natalie as she walked back
to the sofa and pulled Becky up by the hand, walked her across to me stood
her across me and told her to kneel down. I lifted my hands up and grasped
Becky and guided her down so that her cunt was in front of my mouth. I
started nibbling on her clit fingering her cunt and licked up from her
virginal fuck tube to her clit. The twin aromas of little girl cunt and
baby oil were so arousing. Natalie knelt down and kissed her sister.
Becky became more and more aroused, until she came with a crashing orgasm.
Natalie had to hold her up it was so intense. I grasped Becky round the
waist and started to move her down my body. Natalie saw what I was doing
and helped to move her sister's body so that her cunt and my cock met. She
knelt down and grasped my tool and positioned it at Becky's slit. She then
lowered her sister down so that my cock penetrated Becky's cunt, which was
devoid of hair and glistening from a mixture of my saliva and her
lubrication. As my cock entered her, Becky started to take control of her
movements. She lifted back up and then relaxed, I could see the muscles in
her thighs and abdomen contract to control her movement. I reached to her
tiny waist and grasped it to help her steady herself over my prick. Each
time she came down she was a little deeper around my cock. Finally I felt
her hymen against the head of my prick. I moved one hand down to enable me
to massage her clit. Her cunt was so tight and wet. It felt like my prick
was in a steamy oven. I could feel the cunt walls contracting against my
prick as she struggled to control her penetration. Finally she raised
herself up until my prick head was just inside her cunt and then she
relaxed and slid down my fuck pole. She gave a scream as her hymen ripped
and she dropped home, nude cunt to hairy pubes. Agh shiiiit that hurts, Oh
that is so full so full. I started to lift her off me as I didn't want to
hurt her any more; she said no I want you in me and forced herself back
down. My prick jerked inside her and her tummy moved, whether that was my
prick moving or a reflex muscle movement I could not tell but it was so
erotic. Natalie was kneeling above me kissing her sister. So I pulled
Natalie's cunt down onto my mouth. I could taste my own cum in her. Becky
then started a slow rise and fall on my prick. I could feel the cunt walls
close behind my prick as it pulled out and then flow outwards as my prick
plumbed her depths. Becky came first as her sister kissed her and I
plumbed her. Then I came, pumping into Becky's cunt. Natalie then flooded
as she came. A new, beautiful fresh taste as she spasmed against my lips
and tongue and then she moved away. I looked down to the union between my
cock and Becky's cunt, as she rose up I saw the red on my cock, evidence,
if any was needed of my lovers gift to me. Becky then folded and I lowered
her onto my chest, my prick still jerking in her tight once virginal cunt.
Natalie came back in with a bowl of warm water and a flannel from the
kitchen. She helped Becky off me, rolled her over onto the towel and
gently washed her cunt and legs of blood and cum. Then she turned to me
and washed me. My cock was rapidly deflating as she gave it a kiss and
thanked me for taking such good care of her sister.
Becky slowly recovered and rolled across to me, kissed me and said, "
that was better than I ever imagined." She looked to her sister and said,
"What was it like when Roy fucked your bum?" Natalie looked at her, it's
different, it hurt a bit at first, but then I felt so full, I enjoyed it
though. It probably helped because Roy was so gentle and caring. Becky
looked at me and asked will you fuck my bum as well? Are you sure you want
this, We have already hurt you with the cane and then when I fucked you,
will you be able to take it? Well there is only one way to find out and
that is for you to fuck me up my bum. Natalie said that if I was going to
fuck her sister's bum I should use extra lubrication, you were very tight
in me and Becky is smaller. I want you to take great care of my baby
sister. Becky was then knelt on all fours by Natalie I got the bottle of
baby oil and gently massaged Becky's bottom with a generous handful, I made
sure that her rectum was well lubricated. My finger darted in and out
lubricating the entry. Natalie got down on her back under Becky and
scooted forward until her cunt was under her sister's mouth. I then put a
large dollop of lotion on my prick, I knelt down behind Becky and brought
my prick up to her rosebud, Natalie then told her sister to push as if she
was straining to have a shit, my prick popped into her portal, I gently
pushed forward. Becky took a sharp intake of breath and then groaned. I
stopped in my tracks, or more accurately in her bum. Natalie asked her
sister if she was all right, did she want Roy to pull out. No no don't
pull out, just let me get used to it. After about a minute she said to
give her some more so I pressed forward and slipped in another couple of
inches. Wait stop give me another break. This is bloody painful but very
exciting; I want to take you all. Becky dropped her head and then gave her
sister's cunt a long lick and kiss. I looked down between us and saw about
2 inches of prick still outside her bum, It looked horribly stretched by my
prick and I was very glad that I had an average or slightly smaller cock. I
pulled back and withdrew partly from her pert little bum and squirted some
more baby lotion onto my cock, I wiped it round and up against her bum and
then pushed in once again, this time with the extra lubrication I slipped
right in, my balls were bouncing on her buttocks and my pubic hair was
squashed between my pubes and her buttocks, I was fully home, I looked back
down and saw her buttocks dwarfed by my thighs. She looked absolutely
tiny. I reached round and stuck my middle finger into her cunt and angled
my thumb round to massage her clit. I was now pushing in and out the full
length of my cock into her tiny bum. Becky and Natalie were 69ing and I
watched Natalie cum and cum again. Natalie was moaning with pleasure and
her whole body was quivering as her sister brought her to a crashing
orgasm. Natalie just lay there and Becky looked over her shoulder and said
to me that was something else to see. I leant right forward and kissed her
on the cheek, which was all I could reach. She faced forward and hung her
head, as I bottomed out in her, she exhaled and as I pulled out she sucked
in a breath, she sounded like a steam train. I picked up the speed into
her bum and over her clit and could feel her tensing up, she started to
quiver and that was the final push I needed to cum. I pushed fully home
and knelt there pumping my jism into her hot tight bum. I fed fingers into
her cunt and pushed my hand against her clit. And she came, oh how she
came. Her whole body tensed and she screamed yes oh yes oh yesssssssssssss
and then collapsed down across her sister. Her bum was the only part of
her moving as it tensed and relaxed. It felt like she was trying to suck
my cock off me. I started cumming again as more spunk flowed into her red
hot bum. I was wasted; I hadn't cum as much for years. I slowly eased my
way out of Becky's bum and lay down on the floor.
I looked at my watch; I had to leave to pick Nicky up at 3:30. It was
only 2:30 so we had time for a rest. We lay down together on the floor.
It was 15 minutes before any of us were fit to move. Natalie sat up first
and pulled me up to a sitting position. Thank you for what you have done
for Becky today. I just wish I had met some one like you when I was her
age. Do you know how old she actually is? No. Well she is 11 next month,
I quietly gulped with surprise, and I had thought she was 13. Becky looked
up at me from the floor with a big grin on her face. I looked down and
gently said to her if I had known how young you really were I would never
have fucked you. I know that, why do you think I told Nat not to tell you
my age this morning. I think I am going to have to spank you again for
being so naughty. Ooooh yes please. Not this afternoon though I'm afraid,
said Natalie. You will have to come another day to see Roy. Oh do I have
to wait? Yes, it is time for us all to get dressed and for us two to go
home, we had better have a quick shower otherwise our mum might have her
suspicions about what work I have been doing and what you have been up to
at school. Natalie could you bring Becky with you the next time you meet
up with Nicky because then I could "officially meet her" so if I should
meet Becky when she is out with her mum and dad we won't have to try and
pretend not to know each other. We went up to the shower room and the
girls put on shower caps; it accentuated their youth, and was quite strange
for me, as although we have them I never see them used. I put on the
shower and we went under the shower heads, I set the shower to pulse and
the water came at us from all sides, we could not hang around as I had to
get the girls to near Becky's school so that they could appear to be
walking home at the correct time if they should bump into their mum and I
had to go and pick up Nicky. We got out of the shower and took the towels
with us to put in the wash as we went on an exploratory trip picking up
clothes from around the house. We had problems finding Becky's knickers
and finally found them under the sofa in the lounge. That would have been
embarrassing if we had not found them and my son or the cleaner had. How
would I explain a childs school knickers in our lounge?????? We set to and
redressed ourselves, Becky in her school uniform, white blouse, navy
pleated wrap around mini skirt and knee length white socks, as I looked at
her I could not believe what we had been doing that day, she looked so
virginal, so desirable, so absolutely fuckable. Natalie was a dream,
young, sophisticated and cool; well that's how she looked. I suggested
that Natalie ring Nicky tonight and arrange to meet up in town at the
shopping centre at the weekend and for Becky to be with her. That way when
I pick Nicky up after I have the excuse to meet Becky. We set off ,I
dropped the girls off and drove on to pick Nicky up. That night the phone
rang and it was Natalie, I expressed pleasure at hearing her and She asked
to speak to Nicky so I called him to the phone. After a few minutes he
asked if I could drop him off at the town centre on Saturday, I pretended
to check the wall calendar and said yes that's fine what time, 10:30. No
problem, mum will still be in hospital, I will drop you off and then do the
grocery shop.
Saturday morning came and I took Nicky into town, I said whilst I'm here
I'll just pop into the bookshop before going to the supermarket. So I
parked and we walked into the shopping centre. I was just going to the
bookshop when Nicky said who's that with her, who's her and what that?
Natalie of course and another girl. We walked over and Nicky asked Nat who
it was with her? Don't you remember Rebecca? Er no. She was a child in
your dad's arms when you last saw her; she has grown a bit since you last
saw her. Sorry I had to bring her with us, but mum and dad are going out
today, she wanted to stay at home because she doesn't like window shopping
but mum said I have to bring her. Would Rebeccah like to come to the
supermarket with me then? And then watch the satellite channels until I
pick you guys up. Natalie said to Becky, which would you, prefer? to go
and do the shopping with Roy or to wander round with us two? Oh I'll go
with Roy. Nicky have you got your phone? Because then you can ring me
when you want me to pick you up. Any idea what time that is likely to be?
Oh probably about 3 or so, well here's a fiver for your lunch, come on
Rebecca lets leave these two to their window shopping and gossip. She
grabbed my hand and off we went. What a difference shopping was with
Becky. A different attitude to Nicky, how much that was to do with being
nonfamily and how much due to being a girl, I don't know, we had a good
time. We got back home and unpacked all the shopping and put it away. I
made sandwiches and drinks and sat down on the sofa with her and ate lunch.
Whilst we were eating I asked her how she was after Tuesday and she said
fine very sore though, I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to hurt you.
Don't be silly I enjoyed it all, though I had to do a bit of quick thinking
on Wednesday night as mum saw me in the shower and saw I had a bruise on my
butt! Oh no what did you say? Oh that I had fallen over on Tuesday and
landed on a stick and it didn't half hurt. Mum believed me and said you
will have to watch your footing better next time. We both laughed at both
the comment and what Becky's mum would have said if she really knew what
caused the bruise! I went across and switched the TV on so that when Nicky
rang he would hear the TV in the background. Becky and I were just sitting
there enjoying feeling each other lying against the other when the phone
rang. I said to Becky "gosh they were quick," picked it up, and said
hello.
A female voice at the other end asked, " Am I speaking to Mr McGarvy?"
"Yes." "This is the Approved social worker at the psychiatric hospital", I
said; "has Sue been sectioned?" that was the reason the last approved
social worker rang. "I am afraid not, your wife died this morning. We
have been trying to get you but there was no answer." I said I would be
over shortly. I just dropped the phone, although our marriage had been
over in reality for many years I had still loved her. She was still the
mother of our son. Tears were rolling down my face. Becky looked up at me
and asked what's wrong; can I do anything? No love, that was the hospital,
my wife died this morning. I went through to family room and picked up the
phone to ring Kevin, my friend. When he answered I simply told him that
the hospital had rung and that Sue had died that morning, Nicky was out
with his best friend and the best friends sister was in my lounge watching
the TV and how was I going to get to the hospital, stay in and pick up
Nicky and his friend and look after Becky. He said stay there Pam and I
will be with you in 10 minutes, I will take you to the hospital and Pam
will pick up Nicky and his friend and look after Becky till we get back.
Wait till we get there before ringing Nicky. I put the phone down and
slumped in my chair. I just sat there hoping Nicky wouldn't ring until
Kevin was there. I heard footsteps behind me and smelt the coffee. A mug
was placed on the table and then a pair of small hands massaged my neck and
back and a tiny voice saying this is what mum does for dad when he is
stressed out. When are your parents due home Becky? Not till 5 or 6 I
think. Why? I don't think you and Nat should be home alone after the
shock you have just had, seeing someone get this sort of news must be
upsetting. Becky climbed on to my lap and let go. I stroked her head and
whispered sweet nothings to try and comfort her and gave her my hanky to
dry her tears. It helped to ease the pain of my grief to be caring for
another. I heard a cooee from the hall and I called out to come in. Pam
and Kevin came into the family room. Kevin had evidently taken the time to
change because he had on his clergy shirt and "dog collar" on so that if I
needed official help at the hospital he would be recognised. He was the
vicar at our local church, where Nicky had sung in the choir, where I had
helped out with his computer problems and who had listened to me talking
out the pain of my nonmarriage. I introduced them to Becky and explained
how we knew each other. That her parents would be out till 5 or 6 and that
I didn't think she or her sister should go home until they were in. Pam
said no problem; I will look after them whilst you are at the hospital.
I looked to Kevin and asked him, should I ring Nicky and tell him, ring
Nicky and arrange to pick him up early or do nothing and for Pam to pick
them up when they ring. Pam said the latter, when they ring, if you are
not back I will tell him on the phone that you have had to go out, I will
then collect them and tell them the news. It will be terrible for him if
you were to tell him over the phone, talking of which why did the hospital
tell you over the phone! They normally ask you to come in. It is on Sues
notes that if anything happens I am to be told the truth over the phone,
because then I can organise a lift. It was originally arranged that way
when I worked at the hostel for the homeless, because I worked 7 nights in
21, it could have been impossible to go across at no notice. I never
changed that instruction. In fact it is from that time that I met Becky
and her sister, she was in my arms then, my son used to stay with them when
Sue was first taken ill, he was there for almost 5 months. I finished my
coffee, gave Becky a peck on the cheek and Kevin and I set off in my car,
he drove. I was like an automaton that afternoon. It was a good job Kevin
was there as he read all the papers they put before me to sign. Sue had in
fact killed herself. They gave me Sue's bags and told Kevin where Sue was
so that I could go round to say my goodbyes. Then it was back home. It
was a strange feeling, I had anticipated this moment many times, Sue had
made many attempts and been so ill so many times before. At least she was
now at peace. Now to go back and spread the bad news, Kevin would tell our
friends in the village and I would have to start the task of telling our
family. We got back and went into the house, Pam was in the lounge and she
came out and said Becky and Nicky are upstairs and Natalie is down here
with me. I went up to Nicky's room and they were in each other's arms
Nicky was crying his eyes out. Becky was holding him. I asked if he
wanted to talk and he said later. I returned downstairs to the Lounge.
Natalie asked if Nicky was still in tears, I nodded, she said it was
amazing to see Becky comforting him in the car; she had just the words for
him. I left her to it and stayed downstairs with Pam. Later that
afternoon Nicky and I took the girls home and explained to their parents
just what had happened. They were shocked but not surprised. It had been
a long time coming. I told them I would let them know when the funeral
was. There was so much to do. What had started out, as school time fun was
now weekend grief. We got home and with heavy heart I set to making all
those phone calls.
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This story is complete in itself, but is a continuation of New Year This
story is pure fantasy, the author does not condone or encourage
paedophiliac activities New Year, School time fun!
The plaintive notes and words "Wednesday morning at 5 o clock as the day
begins". Echoed across the lounge as I finished the tidying up. I had
come back from visiting my wife at the hospital yesterday and now I had to
catch up with the chores. It was actually 7:30 on a Tuesday morning but it
was near enough to the record to make me smile. In 2 hours Natalie was due
to arrive. I shouted up the stairs, Nicky get up now. You have got school
today! I then went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. I
knew there would not be a lot of conversation until we were in the car on
the way to school. Nicky is not at his best first thing in the morning.
Grunts of morning, toast please and a mumbled thanks are all the
communication from my son. 8:15 and it is out to the car, start the engine
and then deice the windows, spraying the fluid and running the scraper
over the windows. It's mornings like this I wish I had used the garage.
8:45 arrive at school and the duty teacher sees me and waves me over. I am
glad I saw you; the head would like a quick word with you about the
governors meeting next week. So I drive into the school and park up by the
office and in to see the head. I still get that flicker of nervous tension
from the days when I was a pupil waiting to receive the cane. The fact
that I am a governor does not help matters. The one day of the term I
don't want to be held up, well at least Natalie would be able to get in to
the house if I was delayed for much longer. It was 9:15 before I was able
to leave school so it would be 9:45 by the time I got home. For once then
it would not be an empty house. Natalie would be there. I smiled as I
drove home.
I got home and let myself into the house. There was an aroma of hot
coffee. I shut the front door behind me and took my coat and shoes off. I
looked down and nearly fainted. There were two pairs of girls' shoes and a
school bag in the hall. "Natalie" I called out, then looked through to the
lounge. I saw Natalie standing there and she beckoned to someone else in
the room and a young girl, with long blonde hair in a pony tail reaching to
her bottom, was standing there in a school uniform of white blouse, short
blue pleated skirt and white ribbed knee length cotton socks. I swallowed,
and felt my heart start racing. She was gorgeous all right, my fantasy
girl, but I knew she had to be 13 years old or less. My fuck time with
Natalie was well and truly fucked up. I asked Natalie who she was and she
said it's my sister Becky, you know Rebecca, don't you remember her?
Natalie then said "well don't just stand there come in and have your
coffee. I got you one ready when we arrived" I went through to the lounge
and saw the mugs of coffee on the side table in front of the sofa. My mug
was in the middle. I sat down and the two girls leant up against me.
What's going on? I asked Natalie. Well the night after the party I was in
bed rerunning what had occurred and playing with myself, and Becky heard
me. Fortunately mum and dad were out otherwise it could have been really
embarrassing. Becky came into my room and snuck under the duvet with me
and joined in. I was sopping wet, she asked me what had got me so excited
and I told her all that you Kate and I had done. I nearly choked on my
coffee at that, a large gulp went down the wrong way as I gasped at what
she was saying whilst having a drink of coffee. We had a very, very long
talk that night, as she wanted to know exactly what we had all done.
Natalie looked at me and realised from the look on my face that I was
having serious problems with all that she had said. What will happen if
she gets in a mood with you and tells your parents or worse still her
teacher?? Stop worrying, she knows if she tells on me I will tell on what
she has been doing with me! At that my heart started to slow down but I
was still very agitated to say the least. Becky grinned at us and then
uncurled herself from the sofa and went through to the hall, I watched her
neat bum wiggling out of the room, I turned to Natalie and asked why Becky
had come with her, did Natalie want an excuse not to have sex, because she
need not have worried because as far as sex went she, Natalie, was in the
driving seat. If she didn't want to have sex she didn't have to have it,
as simple as that. Natalie gave me a wry smile and said well actually
today Becky seems to be in the driving seat. I looked at her totally
stunned. Yes she said Becky wants you to have sex with her. You see I
told her about how caring you were to Kate on New Years day and she has
decided that she wants you to take her cherry. I just sat there with my
mouth hanging open. Becky came back into the room and said, from the look
on Roy's face I guess you have just told him what I want to do today. Will
you Roy, please. My boyfriend tried to do it before the New Year but he
was so rough and couldn't get himself in me and he just hurt me. I heard
how you took Kates cherry and how caring and gentle you were and I want
that too. I have skived off school to be with you, oh and can you ring the
school to say I won't be in. The number is in my schoolbag. I leant over
and brought out her book and rang the school office, fortunately not the
school Nicky goes to. "Hello there I am just ringing to let you know that
Rebeccah Andrews won't be in today" why? Oh she has got sharp cramping
pains in her groin. I put the phone down and Becky giggled, oh such lies
you tell. Well for that you deserve to go across my knee to have a
spanking. Becky leapt across the room and onto my lap; she craned her head
around and said yes please.
I didn't know were to look. Natalie stood up and walked round, she
lifted Becky's skirt tucked it into the waistband and pulled down her
knickers, she looked at me and gave me a big loving kiss. Go on she said,
Becky wants it, she's been over both mum and dad's knee when she was
naughty and each time she has come up to me for comfort and I couldn't tell
if her cheeks or her cunt were wetter. Tears were streaming down her face
and her panties were soaked from her cunt and she had not peed herself!
Becky why do you want me to spank you? Becky said well right from the time
I saw that caning scene in the film "If". I was sitting watching it on the
TV about 2 years ago and when the prefect was caning the boys I started to
have this tingling feeling down there, pointing to her crotch. Then I
could feel wetness in my panties. Ooooh I was so surprised and had to ask
Nat about it after, as I did not know what was happening. Ever since,
spanking and caning have fascinated me. I had real difficulty keeping what
was happening secret from Mum and Dad. After the first time whenever they
told me I was going to be spanked I tucked a folded hanky down my knickers
to absorb the wetness. I then read the boarding school books especially to
read about canings. Do you really want me to spank you? oh yes please; I
am so naughty skiving off school. I should be at school right now, not
here with you. At that my resolve slipped and I raised my right hand, down
it came with a crack, my hand stung like mad, and I could feel the effect
on Becky as she bounced around on my knee, back up and down, my hand went.
It was hurting me but I was loving it too. That small, that very small
bottom. My hand almost covered it completely, framed by her navy blue
pleated skirt and white socks reaching up to her lovely knees so slim so
lovely. Each time my hand came down those white clad legs kicked about,
her pussy screwed into my erection and she cried out, no, stop it please,
each time she cried out I looked to Natalie and each time she motioned to
me to carry on. I lifted my hand off her wriggling bum and could see the
imprint of my hand upon the warm white globes. I got to 6 smacks and I had
to stop for a rest, my hand was red and stinging from the impacts and
Becky's bum was even redder, so what it must feel like I could only guess.
Becky jumped up from my lap and jumped into the air a few times as if to
ease her sore bottom. Can't you continue she asked? I was enjoying that
so much, sorry but look at my hand. Well have you got something you could
use? I have only got garden canes but they would be too severe, I then
thought of something. I stood up and told Becky to stand still. I went
upstairs to my tool cupboard and found a piece of plastic curtain rail, it
was smooth, and only slightly flexible and most importantly it was light. I
took it downstairs and into the lounge.
Becky was standing there with a downcast head her bum was peeping out
from under the roll of her skirt and her eyes were peeping out from under
the eyebrows, she had her hands behind her back waiting. As I went into
the room I saw that a dining chair had been placed in the centre of the
room and Natalie came over to me. She took the rail out of my hands and
placed it by the chair, she then undid my shirt and slipped it off me, then
she knelt down and undid the waist fastenings on my trousers and slid them
and my underpants down and off, lastly she rolled my socks off stood back
up and moved me across to the chair. Natalie sat me down and then knelt
between my legs, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking.
Before there was any risk of me coming she released me and stood up, she
took hold of the front of Becky's skirt and tucked it into its waistband.
Natalie then led Becky back across to me and laid her onto my lap. I leant
down and picked up the piece of curtain rail. Thinking ahead I said to
Becky we need something so that you can stop this, as I don't want to hurt
you too much. I saw the bell ball on the Christmas tree; Becky could
easily hold it and the bell would immediately draw attention if Becky
dropped it. That way you can cry out and pretend to plead as much as you
want but if it gets too much you drop the ball and I stop instantly. Becky
raised herself up and kissed me. Oh thank you for thinking ahead for me; I
was starting to worry, if Natalie misjudged how far I was able to go. Now
I am in control of how far I go.
She lay back down on my lap and reached underneath herself to move my
rigid cock into the most comfortable place for her. I raised the rail up
and brought it smartly down, a red line instantly leapt into view, and
Becky bounced on my lap. I asked her how it was and she said it was fine,
painful but enjoyable! So I set to with vigour 15 strokes a minute. Becky
was soon howling and wriggling on my lap. At the end of the first minute I
stopped the punishment and caressed her fiery red globes, my fingers
slipped down the crack to her pussy. I gave her half a minute of
caressing. Because it was so awkward using the rail on Becky whilst she was
seated on my lap I gave it to Natalie to continue. She did so with relish,
if anything she was caning her sister harder than me for another 15
strokes. I then caressed Becky's bum. I then took over the cane; because
of the angle I was only hitting 1 side of her bum. Natalie took over for
the 4th set we were halfway through it when Becky's body suddenly spasmed,
I could feel her cunt lips on my thigh as she pushed down into my lap and I
realised that my leg was dripping from her lubrication. Natalie put down
the rail and caressed her sisters bottom with both hands. Becky stood up
and leant over and kissed me. I could taste the salt of her tears running
down her face. I wiped her eyes and kissed her face dry. I pulled her to
me and grasped her nipple between my lips and sucked. There was almost no
mound there. She was moaning and saying thank you oh thank you. I was so
turned on by that. I lifted her up by the waist and told her to bend her
knees. She lifted her feet up and I stood up and moved across to the sofa.
I asked Natalie to guide Becky's legs onto the sofa as I sat down. She was
an absolute lightweight, as I sat down her nude pussy was on a level with
my face. I gently pulled her in to my face and started licking her clit
and sucking on her unopened fuck tube. Natalie stood behind her little
sister and massaged her undeveloped boobies. It was not very long until
Becky was coming again. Natalie then slipped down and put her head between
my legs and swallowed my cock. She took the first half with no problem but
had to work on the last 3 inches until it was entering her throat. She
then started bobbing her head and up and down my cock. It was heavenly. I
was already well aroused by the caning of Becky and it was only a matter of
minutes and I could feel the swelling in my cock as the semen started to
rush up. As I came I pulled Becky into my face hard and nibbled her clit
she whimpered from the pressure I put on her abused bottom. And then she
came, wave after wave. Liquid was dripping out of her cunt and being
caught by my tongue. She tasted divine. Natalie was meanwhile taking all
my cum into her mouth, the first jets went straight down her throat; she
lifted off me slightly so that the rest was squirted into her mouth. So
that she could get the full flavour (she told me afterwards when we were
talking)
Holding tight to Becky I stood up and said to Natalie to follow me. I
carried Becky up the stairs to my bedroom and between us we laid Becky face
down on the bed. We removed the band tying her hair Natalie ran her
fingers through it and spread it out across her back and down her sides
like a waterfall of pale blonde hair. She was so tired by the force of her
coming and her caning that she was already fast asleep. She looked so
sweet and naughtily virginal in her tucked up skirt, blouse and white socks
Natalie and I left her there and went downstairs, into the kitchen and made
ourselves more coffee then on into the lounge with a towel and the coffee.
I placed the towel on the sofa to catch any lubrication from Natalie's
cunt, we sat together on the sofa, cuddled up and talked. That was awesome
Natalie said after a few minutes of quiet reflection. I have seen her
after mum or dad have spanked her but to see her cum from being caned, I
know how hard I was hitting and I could see the marks on her butt, and
still she clung onto that ball. Totally awesome. We finished our drinks
and I caressed Natalie's swelling boobs, teasing her nipples by pressure
from my thumb and forefinger. I could feel her breathing increase in speed
as I asked her if she wanted to have sex now and if so upstairs next to her
sister or downstairs. Upstairs please. So we went back upstairs and into
my bed. Becky was fast asleep the individual lines on her bottom were
smoothing out into a generalised red glow and one deeper red line. Natalie
said to me, feel me, I am so wet already, just enter me. With that she
laid down on her back and lifted her legs up I knelt down between them and
Natalie brought her legs up to my shoulders, as I moved forward she was
rolled round on her hips by the pressure of my shoulders on her knees and
it presented her cunt to my cock. I slid gently forward and luxuriated in
the feel of her wet cunt walls sliding along my cock. It was beautiful
although our caning Becky had been exciting it did not compare to the
sensations I now was getting. I was able to slide all the way home until
my pubic hair was tickling her nearly nude pubes. It was a gentle slow
fuck, designed to give us both as much pleasure as possible. I reached
around her bottom and put my finger into her cunt beside my prick and wet
it well I then went to her ass and gently inserted my finger into her
rectum and worked it in and out. As my finger went deeper into her ass I
could feel my prick through the wall of her rectum. I asked her, do you
want to try ass fucking? She said yes, but promise me you will stop if I
don't like it, of course. I pulled out of her cunt and repositioned my
self, I raised her legs more so that her crotch tilted more and then I
gently pushed into her ass. I restrained myself as I could see Natalie
nibbling her lip, obviously in some discomfort; I asked her if she wanted
me to stop. No, no, yes, NO, NO don't stop keep going. I then pushed
further into her hot tight ass, as I pulled out on each thrust my cock
collected more of the lubrication running down from her cunt and so eased
my passage, I was constantly massaging her clit and I could feel her
starting to cum. I pushed hard and my pubic hair was uptight to her little
bum. As she came I was looking down and I thought if Natalie has a little
bum what does Becky have and will her cunt be able to take me? At that I
started cumming, pumping jism into her hot tight little bum. As I lay
there I heard a little voice beside me saying, that looks interesting, what
are you doing to my sister. I've just fucked her bum; do you feel all
right now? Becky smoothed her hand over her bum and said that it feels
fine, just a bit sore, oh Roy, crazy as it sounds I did enjoy it, am I
perverted? No, I said, it is quite a common reaction to being caned. Some
people love it and some hate it, you are a lucky one because you have an
extra avenue for joy. I think it's time for us all to go downstairs and
have some lunch.
But I want you to fuck me as well, Becky complained. She then stripped
off her clothes, just leaving her white knee socks on. Natalie had
evidently told her about my liking for prepubescent and young teenage
girls in white socks. Becky, you can have me for dessert but we need to
have a first course. We still have plenty of time. We went down into the
kitchen and I sliced the bread, Becky buttered and Natalie put the fillings
in and made the coffees. We took our food through to the lounge and sat
down on the sofa, cuddled together and started eating. I looked from Becky
to Natalie and from Natalie to Becky. I could not believe what we had been
doing. The evidence was there, 2 nude girls and the younger one rocking
from buttock to buttock. Are you all right I asked Becky? I am rather
sore she replied. I went upstairs to the bathroom and fetched my wife's
baby lotion, which she uses as a body lotion, and a bath towel. I went
back down to the lounge and pulled Becky to her feet. I put the folded
towel on the sofa and knelt Becky down on it. I squirted some lotion into
my hand and massaged it into Becky's abused bottom, ooh that's cold Becky
giggled. The skin seemed to drink the baby lotion, so I put some more on.
It took away some of the fiery red from Becky's sweet little bum. My hand
completely covered one cheek, so I reached out with my other hand. I know
my hands are large but they completely covered Becky's sweet little bum. I
wiped my hands on the towel and then sat Becky on it to protect the sofa
from the baby lotion. Ooh that feels much better Becks said and we
continued with our interrupted lunch.
After we had finished eating Natalie cleared the plates and mugs away
and then went upstairs to the bathroom, she returned a few minutes later
with a couple of bath towels. She laid them out on the floor. She then
took me by the hand and led me to the towels, laid me down on the towels,
and said, await your pleasure. My eyes followed Natalie as she walked back
to the sofa and pulled Becky up by the hand, walked her across to me stood
her across me and told her to kneel down. I lifted my hands up and grasped
Becky and guided her down so that her cunt was in front of my mouth. I
started nibbling on her clit fingering her cunt and licked up from her
virginal fuck tube to her clit. The twin aromas of little girl cunt and
baby oil were so arousing. Natalie knelt down and kissed her sister.
Becky became more and more aroused, until she came with a crashing orgasm.
Natalie had to hold her up it was so intense. I grasped Becky round the
waist and started to move her down my body. Natalie saw what I was doing
and helped to move her sister's body so that her cunt and my cock met. She
knelt down and grasped my tool and positioned it at Becky's slit. She then
lowered her sister down so that my cock penetrated Becky's cunt, which was
devoid of hair and glistening from a mixture of my saliva and her
lubrication. As my cock entered her, Becky started to take control of her
movements. She lifted back up and then relaxed, I could see the muscles in
her thighs and abdomen contract to control her movement. I reached to her
tiny waist and grasped it to help her steady herself over my prick. Each
time she came down she was a little deeper around my cock. Finally I felt
her hymen against the head of my prick. I moved one hand down to enable me
to massage her clit. Her cunt was so tight and wet. It felt like my prick
was in a steamy oven. I could feel the cunt walls contracting against my
prick as she struggled to control her penetration. Finally she raised
herself up until my prick head was just inside her cunt and then she
relaxed and slid down my fuck pole. She gave a scream as her hymen ripped
and she dropped home, nude cunt to hairy pubes. Agh shiiiit that hurts, Oh
that is so full so full. I started to lift her off me as I didn't want to
hurt her any more; she said no I want you in me and forced herself back
down. My prick jerked inside her and her tummy moved, whether that was my
prick moving or a reflex muscle movement I could not tell but it was so
erotic. Natalie was kneeling above me kissing her sister. So I pulled
Natalie's cunt down onto my mouth. I could taste my own cum in her. Becky
then started a slow rise and fall on my prick. I could feel the cunt walls
close behind my prick as it pulled out and then flow outwards as my prick
plumbed her depths. Becky came first as her sister kissed her and I
plumbed her. Then I came, pumping into Becky's cunt. Natalie then flooded
as she came. A new, beautiful fresh taste as she spasmed against my lips
and tongue and then she moved away. I looked down to the union between my
cock and Becky's cunt, as she rose up I saw the red on my cock, evidence,
if any was needed of my lovers gift to me. Becky then folded and I lowered
her onto my chest, my prick still jerking in her tight once virginal cunt.
Natalie came back in with a bowl of warm water and a flannel from the
kitchen. She helped Becky off me, rolled her over onto the towel and
gently washed her cunt and legs of blood and cum. Then she turned to me
and washed me. My cock was rapidly deflating as she gave it a kiss and
thanked me for taking such good care of her sister.
Becky slowly recovered and rolled across to me, kissed me and said, "
that was better than I ever imagined." She looked to her sister and said,
"What was it like when Roy fucked your bum?" Natalie looked at her, it's
different, it hurt a bit at first, but then I felt so full, I enjoyed it
though. It probably helped because Roy was so gentle and caring. Becky
looked at me and asked will you fuck my bum as well? Are you sure you want
this, We have already hurt you with the cane and then when I fucked you,
will you be able to take it? Well there is only one way to find out and
that is for you to fuck me up my bum. Natalie said that if I was going to
fuck her sister's bum I should use extra lubrication, you were very tight
in me and Becky is smaller. I want you to take great care of my baby
sister. Becky was then knelt on all fours by Natalie I got the bottle of
baby oil and gently massaged Becky's bottom with a generous handful, I made
sure that her rectum was well lubricated. My finger darted in and out
lubricating the entry. Natalie got down on her back under Becky and
scooted forward until her cunt was under her sister's mouth. I then put a
large dollop of lotion on my prick, I knelt down behind Becky and brought
my prick up to her rosebud, Natalie then told her sister to push as if she
was straining to have a shit, my prick popped into her portal, I gently
pushed forward. Becky took a sharp intake of breath and then groaned. I
stopped in my tracks, or more accurately in her bum. Natalie asked her
sister if she was all right, did she want Roy to pull out. No no don't
pull out, just let me get used to it. After about a minute she said to
give her some more so I pressed forward and slipped in another couple of
inches. Wait stop give me another break. This is bloody painful but very
exciting; I want to take you all. Becky dropped her head and then gave her
sister's cunt a long lick and kiss. I looked down between us and saw about
2 inches of prick still outside her bum, It looked horribly stretched by my
prick and I was very glad that I had an average or slightly smaller cock. I
pulled back and withdrew partly from her pert little bum and squirted some
more baby lotion onto my cock, I wiped it round and up against her bum and
then pushed in once again, this time with the extra lubrication I slipped
right in, my balls were bouncing on her buttocks and my pubic hair was
squashed between my pubes and her buttocks, I was fully home, I looked back
down and saw her buttocks dwarfed by my thighs. She looked absolutely
tiny. I reached round and stuck my middle finger into her cunt and angled
my thumb round to massage her clit. I was now pushing in and out the full
length of my cock into her tiny bum. Becky and Natalie were 69ing and I
watched Natalie cum and cum again. Natalie was moaning with pleasure and
her whole body was quivering as her sister brought her to a crashing
orgasm. Natalie just lay there and Becky looked over her shoulder and said
to me that was something else to see. I leant right forward and kissed her
on the cheek, which was all I could reach. She faced forward and hung her
head, as I bottomed out in her, she exhaled and as I pulled out she sucked
in a breath, she sounded like a steam train. I picked up the speed into
her bum and over her clit and could feel her tensing up, she started to
quiver and that was the final push I needed to cum. I pushed fully home
and knelt there pumping my jism into her hot tight bum. I fed fingers into
her cunt and pushed my hand against her clit. And she came, oh how she
came. Her whole body tensed and she screamed yes oh yes oh yesssssssssssss
and then collapsed down across her sister. Her bum was the only part of
her moving as it tensed and relaxed. It felt like she was trying to suck
my cock off me. I started cumming again as more spunk flowed into her red
hot bum. I was wasted; I hadn't cum as much for years. I slowly eased my
way out of Becky's bum and lay down on the floor.
I looked at my watch; I had to leave to pick Nicky up at 3:30. It was
only 2:30 so we had time for a rest. We lay down together on the floor.
It was 15 minutes before any of us were fit to move. Natalie sat up first
and pulled me up to a sitting position. Thank you for what you have done
for Becky today. I just wish I had met some one like you when I was her
age. Do you know how old she actually is? No. Well she is 11 next month,
I quietly gulped with surprise, and I had thought she was 13. Becky looked
up at me from the floor with a big grin on her face. I looked down and
gently said to her if I had known how young you really were I would never
have fucked you. I know that, why do you think I told Nat not to tell you
my age this morning. I think I am going to have to spank you again for
being so naughty. Ooooh yes please. Not this afternoon though I'm afraid,
said Natalie. You will have to come another day to see Roy. Oh do I have
to wait? Yes, it is time for us all to get dressed and for us two to go
home, we had better have a quick shower otherwise our mum might have her
suspicions about what work I have been doing and what you have been up to
at school. Natalie could you bring Becky with you the next time you meet
up with Nicky because then I could "officially meet her" so if I should
meet Becky when she is out with her mum and dad we won't have to try and
pretend not to know each other. We went up to the shower room and the
girls put on shower caps; it accentuated their youth, and was quite strange
for me, as although we have them I never see them used. I put on the
shower and we went under the shower heads, I set the shower to pulse and
the water came at us from all sides, we could not hang around as I had to
get the girls to near Becky's school so that they could appear to be
walking home at the correct time if they should bump into their mum and I
had to go and pick up Nicky. We got out of the shower and took the towels
with us to put in the wash as we went on an exploratory trip picking up
clothes from around the house. We had problems finding Becky's knickers
and finally found them under the sofa in the lounge. That would have been
embarrassing if we had not found them and my son or the cleaner had. How
would I explain a childs school knickers in our lounge?????? We set to and
redressed ourselves, Becky in her school uniform, white blouse, navy
pleated wrap around mini skirt and knee length white socks, as I looked at
her I could not believe what we had been doing that day, she looked so
virginal, so desirable, so absolutely fuckable. Natalie was a dream,
young, sophisticated and cool; well that's how she looked. I suggested
that Natalie ring Nicky tonight and arrange to meet up in town at the
shopping centre at the weekend and for Becky to be with her. That way when
I pick Nicky up after I have the excuse to meet Becky. We set off ,I
dropped the girls off and drove on to pick Nicky up. That night the phone
rang and it was Natalie, I expressed pleasure at hearing her and She asked
to speak to Nicky so I called him to the phone. After a few minutes he
asked if I could drop him off at the town centre on Saturday, I pretended
to check the wall calendar and said yes that's fine what time, 10:30. No
problem, mum will still be in hospital, I will drop you off and then do the
grocery shop.
Saturday morning came and I took Nicky into town, I said whilst I'm here
I'll just pop into the bookshop before going to the supermarket. So I
parked and we walked into the shopping centre. I was just going to the
bookshop when Nicky said who's that with her, who's her and what that?
Natalie of course and another girl. We walked over and Nicky asked Nat who
it was with her? Don't you remember Rebecca? Er no. She was a child in
your dad's arms when you last saw her; she has grown a bit since you last
saw her. Sorry I had to bring her with us, but mum and dad are going out
today, she wanted to stay at home because she doesn't like window shopping
but mum said I have to bring her. Would Rebeccah like to come to the
supermarket with me then? And then watch the satellite channels until I
pick you guys up. Natalie said to Becky, which would you, prefer? to go
and do the shopping with Roy or to wander round with us two? Oh I'll go
with Roy. Nicky have you got your phone? Because then you can ring me
when you want me to pick you up. Any idea what time that is likely to be?
Oh probably about 3 or so, well here's a fiver for your lunch, come on
Rebecca lets leave these two to their window shopping and gossip. She
grabbed my hand and off we went. What a difference shopping was with
Becky. A different attitude to Nicky, how much that was to do with being
nonfamily and how much due to being a girl, I don't know, we had a good
time. We got back home and unpacked all the shopping and put it away. I
made sandwiches and drinks and sat down on the sofa with her and ate lunch.
Whilst we were eating I asked her how she was after Tuesday and she said
fine very sore though, I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to hurt you.
Don't be silly I enjoyed it all, though I had to do a bit of quick thinking
on Wednesday night as mum saw me in the shower and saw I had a bruise on my
butt! Oh no what did you say? Oh that I had fallen over on Tuesday and
landed on a stick and it didn't half hurt. Mum believed me and said you
will have to watch your footing better next time. We both laughed at both
the comment and what Becky's mum would have said if she really knew what
caused the bruise! I went across and switched the TV on so that when Nicky
rang he would hear the TV in the background. Becky and I were just sitting
there enjoying feeling each other lying against the other when the phone
rang. I said to Becky "gosh they were quick," picked it up, and said
hello.
A female voice at the other end asked, " Am I speaking to Mr McGarvy?"
"Yes." "This is the Approved social worker at the psychiatric hospital", I
said; "has Sue been sectioned?" that was the reason the last approved
social worker rang. "I am afraid not, your wife died this morning. We
have been trying to get you but there was no answer." I said I would be
over shortly. I just dropped the phone, although our marriage had been
over in reality for many years I had still loved her. She was still the
mother of our son. Tears were rolling down my face. Becky looked up at me
and asked what's wrong; can I do anything? No love, that was the hospital,
my wife died this morning. I went through to family room and picked up the
phone to ring Kevin, my friend. When he answered I simply told him that
the hospital had rung and that Sue had died that morning, Nicky was out
with his best friend and the best friends sister was in my lounge watching
the TV and how was I going to get to the hospital, stay in and pick up
Nicky and his friend and look after Becky. He said stay there Pam and I
will be with you in 10 minutes, I will take you to the hospital and Pam
will pick up Nicky and his friend and look after Becky till we get back.
Wait till we get there before ringing Nicky. I put the phone down and
slumped in my chair. I just sat there hoping Nicky wouldn't ring until
Kevin was there. I heard footsteps behind me and smelt the coffee. A mug
was placed on the table and then a pair of small hands massaged my neck and
back and a tiny voice saying this is what mum does for dad when he is
stressed out. When are your parents due home Becky? Not till 5 or 6 I
think. Why? I don't think you and Nat should be home alone after the
shock you have just had, seeing someone get this sort of news must be
upsetting. Becky climbed on to my lap and let go. I stroked her head and
whispered sweet nothings to try and comfort her and gave her my hanky to
dry her tears. It helped to ease the pain of my grief to be caring for
another. I heard a cooee from the hall and I called out to come in. Pam
and Kevin came into the family room. Kevin had evidently taken the time to
change because he had on his clergy shirt and "dog collar" on so that if I
needed official help at the hospital he would be recognised. He was the
vicar at our local church, where Nicky had sung in the choir, where I had
helped out with his computer problems and who had listened to me talking
out the pain of my nonmarriage. I introduced them to Becky and explained
how we knew each other. That her parents would be out till 5 or 6 and that
I didn't think she or her sister should go home until they were in. Pam
said no problem; I will look after them whilst you are at the hospital.
I looked to Kevin and asked him, should I ring Nicky and tell him, ring
Nicky and arrange to pick him up early or do nothing and for Pam to pick
them up when they ring. Pam said the latter, when they ring, if you are
not back I will tell him on the phone that you have had to go out, I will
then collect them and tell them the news. It will be terrible for him if
you were to tell him over the phone, talking of which why did the hospital
tell you over the phone! They normally ask you to come in. It is on Sues
notes that if anything happens I am to be told the truth over the phone,
because then I can organise a lift. It was originally arranged that way
when I worked at the hostel for the homeless, because I worked 7 nights in
21, it could have been impossible to go across at no notice. I never
changed that instruction. In fact it is from that time that I met Becky
and her sister, she was in my arms then, my son used to stay with them when
Sue was first taken ill, he was there for almost 5 months. I finished my
coffee, gave Becky a peck on the cheek and Kevin and I set off in my car,
he drove. I was like an automaton that afternoon. It was a good job Kevin
was there as he read all the papers they put before me to sign. Sue had in
fact killed herself. They gave me Sue's bags and told Kevin where Sue was
so that I could go round to say my goodbyes. Then it was back home. It
was a strange feeling, I had anticipated this moment many times, Sue had
made many attempts and been so ill so many times before. At least she was
now at peace. Now to go back and spread the bad news, Kevin would tell our
friends in the village and I would have to start the task of telling our
family. We got back and went into the house, Pam was in the lounge and she
came out and said Becky and Nicky are upstairs and Natalie is down here
with me. I went up to Nicky's room and they were in each other's arms
Nicky was crying his eyes out. Becky was holding him. I asked if he
wanted to talk and he said later. I returned downstairs to the Lounge.
Natalie asked if Nicky was still in tears, I nodded, she said it was
amazing to see Becky comforting him in the car; she had just the words for
him. I left her to it and stayed downstairs with Pam. Later that
afternoon Nicky and I took the girls home and explained to their parents
just what had happened. They were shocked but not surprised. It had been
a long time coming. I told them I would let them know when the funeral
was. There was so much to do. What had started out, as school time fun was
now weekend grief. We got home and with heavy heart I set to making all
those phone calls.
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Placebo Effect Part 3 By HeadhunterTom was really enjoying fucking Jan. But after yesterday he knew that he couldn't keep up with her. What was about to happen wasn't part of his original plan, but it would knock the snobby Carmichaels even farther off their high horse. Tom had called two of his buddies at work to come over to his house when he had left the room. These guys were real science nerds. Thick glasses and pocket protectors. They didn't have many dates, and Tom wouldn't be surprised if they were still virgins. Or if they had been laid it was probably because they had paid for it with a prostitute.As Tom's ass rose and fell on the moaning Jan, his buddies came into the room. Tom looked over his sholder and said, "Hey guys! I can't satisfy this horny slut. Thought you might like to help. Get out of your clothes and when I'm done you can bone her to your heart's content."They didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash the two men were buck naked stroking themselves as Tom increased the speed of his thrusts, taking both Jan and he over the edge.When Jan came down from her orgasmic high she started struggling against her bonds. "Oh come on Jan! You know you want more fucking than I can provide. The slut in you really wants a lot more cock. Herbie, come on over to the bed and climb on this bitch. She will stop struggling once you introduce her to your snake." Herbie was short and fat, but he did have an impressive cock. It wasn't long, but it was very thick.Jan struggled as Herbie's fleshy body covered her. He was heavy, and his fat repulsed her. But as he rubbed his fat stubby cock around her vagina she could feel the nympho pill doing it's work on her. She wanted a hard cock buried in her, and she really didn't care much about what the person on the other end of the cock looked like. But the inexperienced Herbie couldn't find her fuck hole.After a frustrating few minutes Tom untied one of her hands and she immediately grabbed the stubby cock and lined it up with her pussy. Herbie's fat ass pushed forward and he began fucking her fast, his rolls of fat jiggling, much like Jan's fleshy tits.While Herbie plowed away, Tom untied the rest of Jan's limbs. She didn't even notice. Her arms and legs wrapped around the "fat fucker" on their own. Herbie didn't last long. To him Jan was as beautiful as a centerfold model. He had never hoped to screw anyone like her. After leaving his cum deposit in the writhing housewife, Herbie rolled off of the bed. Jan looked at the remaining man, opened her arms and legs and whispered, "Fuck me!"The three men all took another turn with Jan. This time they laid on their backs on the floor. Jan sucked her way down the three man line. Soon all were hard again and Jan sat on the first cock in the line. After bouncing up and down for a while she would move to the next stiff prick, then to the next. She moved up and down the line taking each cock as deep as she could. Her breasts bounced and swung invitingly as she sat on the prone men. Eventually all the men shot their loads into Jan's wet well used cunt.As Tom's friends left, he thanked them in front of the naked sprawled Jan, for helping him out with the nympo blonde. Then Tom turned to Jan and said, "Thank the guys for fucking you. They had to take the morning off to come over here and give you what you need."Jan didn't respond, she just hung her head. The two men left. Tom sat down next to her and after a few final squeezes on Jan's tits, Tom sent her out his back door, completely naked. She ran to her house, and only just missed being seen by a bus load of school kids who were on their way home after school.Tom had reminded Jan about Ralph's tea. He also said that since tomorrow was the weekend that he wouldn't come by her house. He said that she should enjoy the weekend with her husband. Quite frankly he was fucked out. After the last three days he would need the weekend to recharge his batteries.Tom puttered around his house over the weekend, continuing the fix up he had started three weeks earlier. It seemed very quiet at the Carmichael house. Except for Ralph mowing his lawn Saturday afternoon Tom didn't see the upscale yuppy couple.In the Carmichael house the sexually awakened Jan tried all weekend to seduce her husband of 8 years. She wore her sexiest nightgowns and at every occasion would rub against her husband. It was all to no avail. At one point the frustrated Jan even entered Ralph's shower as he cleaned up after mowing the yard. Jan dropped to her knees, and as the hot water cascaded over their bodies, she tried using the lessons used from Tom on her husbands limp member. His pink worm never got hard.The more frustrated Jan got the more concerned Ralph got. On Sunday morning Ralph sat in the kitchen over a glass of tea, looking at his wife wearing nothing but stockings, garter and string panties. Ralph decided that something was very wrong with what he had always considered the ideal marriage and home. His perfectly planned career, home and superior life seemed to have a big problem. Jan hadn't kept their home spotless during the last few days. Both dirty laundry and dirty dishes had piled up. As amazing as it seemed, he was more upset about the perfect image of his home, then he was about his flagging sex life.On Sunday evening Ralph and Tom met unexpectedly at the street pulling their trash cans to the curb. Tom smiled at Ralph and said, "Hey Ralph how is it going?"Ralph replied, "I don't know Tom. Listen I know we have never been friends, and you don't travel in my social circle, but can I ask you something?"Tom though to himself, you can ask me how sweet it is to fuck your wife, you arrogant bastard. Ralph droned on for a few minutes about the pressures of his important job, managing his big bank accounts. His usual attempt at showing he was superior. But finally said something that perked up Tom."I've been worried about Jan lately. I know you were off last week did you see anybody unusual around?"Tom replied, "You don't think Jan is cheating on you do you Ralph?""No.. well... I don't know", stuttered Ralph. "She's been acting strange the last week. Very sexy, and quite frankly, recently my age seems to be showing in the bedroom department, if you know what I mean."Tom hid his smile and answered, "Oh sure I understand. But who could she have an affair with?"Ralph looked right at Tom, "well it wouldn't be any of the jerks around here. If she were having an affair it would probably be with a big time Banker, Doctor or CEO of some big company."Tom was seething inside, that asshole Ralph didn't think anyone where he lived, was good enough for his wife. Well he was really going to enjoy Ralph's comuppence."Look Tom", Ralph continued, "I have to go out of town for the next couple of days on business. Could you keep an eye on things around here for me. I'll call you a few times while I'm gone to make sure eveything is OK. I would even pay you!"Tom said he would be happy to keep an eye on things, but couldn't take Ralph's money. In fact he was insulted by the offer of money. After all shouldn't neighbors be close friends and look out for one another. Ralph winced a little when Tom said he wanted to be a close friend. Tom noticed his reaction, and thought to himself, I'm gonna get you, you superior smug SOB.The next morning Tom watched Ralph load his suitcase into the trunk of his Mercedes. After Ralph left for his trip, Tom went to work. He decided that he would call Jan at lunch to set up the evening's "blue pill" adventure.After work Tom went right home and called Jan to come over to her house. She came right over and with a mixed look of fear and anticipation compliantly took the blue pill that Tom offered her."Jan, I want you to go back home and put on the sexiest outfit you own, then come right back. Better make it quick because that pill you just took will be taking effect in about 10 minutes."Jan literally ran home and was back at Tom's door in 5 minutes wearing a tight short black jersey dress that really showed off her body. Without saying a word Tom had Jan get in his car and the two were soon driving downtown.As he drove Tom watched Jan. He said, "that pill should be working on you about now, I'll bet you're getting horny." As soon as he said the words he could see Jan begin to squirm around in her seat out of the corner of his eye. All she needed was a suggestion and she became as hot as a "twenty dollar whore." That thought gave Tom an idea.He drove to a seedy area of the city and pulled his car into a dark alley."What are we doing here", Jan asked?"Get out of the car you fucking slut", Tom replied. Jan got out of the car looking confused. Tom rolled down the electric window on the passenger side of the car. He told Jan to stick her upper body back into the car, through the window. As she followed his instruction he grabbed her hair and held her upper body in the car. He hit the window button and the window went up, trapping Jan half in and half out of the car. Jan's arms were inside the car. Tom laid on the front seat of the car, tucked his legs under himself and told Jan to unzip his pants and give him the best blowjob of his life.Looking through the car windows to make sure noone would see her, she unzipped his pants and reaching under the waistband of his underwear pulled out Tom's growing love muscle. She wasted no time in leaning as far forward as she could and enveloping the head of Tom's cock. She swirled the fleshy cock helmet with her tongue and then slowly lowered her face, enveloping his entire shaft. His crinkly pubic tickling her nose. Jan began to bob her head up and down. Tom began to match her rythum. He reached up and rubbed his hands across her slick jersey dress, manipulating her tits roughly. Her nipples hardened and created hard bumps on the material. Too soon Tom felt pressure in his testicles. Soon his cream was racing up his rock hard cock and he blasted his jism into her mouth.After recovering he got out of the car and zipped up his pants. He left Jan trapped with her ass and legs outside the car. He walked around to the passenger side of the car and ran his hands across her tight ass enjoying the firmness of Jan's globes through the slick dress material. After a few minutes of this Jan began to beg for relief. Relief from her confinement and relief for her hot pussy that was under the effect of the placebo pill.Quite simply she was about to explode and cried out for Tom to release her so she could at least masterbate herself to some relief.Tom laughed at the predicament of his stuck up neighbor. Instead of releasing her, he flipped up her dress exposing Jan's white buttocks. The material of her black thong panties disappeared into the crack of her ass. Tom roughly yanked at the waistband of her panties, driving the material deeper into Jan's sopping box. She shuddered as the friction gave her a small amount of stimulation and momentary relief from the cravings deep in her belly.Jan had truly become a slut. He head was in the dark car, all of her senses were centered in her pussy that was exposed in the alley. It was as if she were two people, and her cunt was now the dominant force in her life. All she could think of was something hard driving into her sopping cunt. She had a need her cunt and that need controlled her thoughts. She mumbled "fuck, fuck, fuck...." over and over.Tom smiled, pure, sweet Jan, his snobby neighbors wife, was now nothing but a sex toy and a cunt to be used at his pleasure. Pussy to be fucked, tits to slap around and mouth to swallow his cum.Tom heard a noise as he squeezed Jan's fleshy butt cheeks. He looked up to see a black young man walking up the alley. As he reached the car he said to Tom, "Hey man, what you doing here? Who's butts hang'in out that car?" When he realized it was a very shapely female ass he said, "You folks slummin'? Tryin' to put some spark back in your life?" He didn't wait for an answer from Tom, but continued ambling up the alley. As the black young man walked between the wall and the car her trailed his black hand across Jan's lilly white buttocks. Jan's body shuddered visibly from the light touch.The man stopped. "Hey man, this chick is hot. Are you gonna do her right here?"Tom replied, "She just blew me, its gonna be a while before I fuck her."The man scratched his chin, "Man, I got some money in my pocket, how much for a piece of this white meat?"Tom thought for a minute, this was perfect, he was going to make Ralph's wife a whore!"She ain't worth much", Tom said, "Do you have 25 cents?""Are you shitting me man, I can fuck her for a quarter?""Yea!", Tom answered. Then speaking to both Jan and the man, Tom said loudly, "she really is a twobit whore. Give me a quarter and enjoy!"The black youth flipped a coin to Tom and unzipped his pants revealing a long thin ebony tube. Tom reached over grabbed the waist band of Jan's panties and tugged hard. The flimsy lace parted leaving Jan's ass hole and cunt exposed to the rancid air in the alley. Both men could see clear moisture drops of vagina lubricant clinging to Jan's pouty labia. The young man wasted no time. He stepped forward, rubbed the tip of his uncircumsized penis between the folds of her cunt, and levered himself into the white housewife.Jan's mind hated what was happening, but her pussy with a mind of its own grasped greedily at the invading prong. Her cunt muscles squeezed tightly as the young black buck pumped furuously into her. The boy wanted to get his rocks off fast, before the uptown white couple changed their mind and stopped him from fucking his first white woman.It only took a few moments for the excited boy to shoot his load deep into Jan. Jan was left hanging as the slender cock slipped from her. "No.....", she wailed, "don't stop, I haven't finished yet. I need more. Pleeeeese...."The boy zipped up and knew that he better go tell Big Jerome about what was happening. After all, Jerome ran all the prostitutes in this part of town and he would want to hear about the white "twobit" whore working the alley. The boy said, "Thanks man", as he continued up the alley, on his way to find Jerome. Tom grunted a reply, over the muffled sounds of the white woman begging for more cock from inside the car.Tom's eyes followed the boy walking away. He could see a group of bums and street people at the far end of the alley. He smiled to himself as he got in the car, and ignoring the pleading Jan, put the car into gear, driving slowly down the alley. Jan was forced to walk along side the car. At one point she tripped and her heels fell off her feet. She quickly recovered and felt the wet grime of the alley clinging to her perfectly manicured feet. Finally the car reached the dirty bearded street people. As Tom drove by them at a snails pace he called out, "Take a feel of some prime pussy fellas!"Thats all it took. A multitude of unwashed hands were immediately grabbing Jan's calfs, thighs, and ass. Tom was estatic, this was better then he hoped. Asked by her snobby husband to watch out for Jan, Tom was instead allowing a group of filty street people to play with her ass and cunt. Tom laughed outloud, looked at Jan's terrified but excited face and said, "this will be some story to tell your friends at the Country Club."Fingers probed Jan, spread her engourged pussy lips, and wormed their way inside her uptown box. While Jan was terrified, she was getting significant pleasure from the probing. At least she was getting relief from the effets of the "Blue Pill."The crowd started getting rowdy. The skirt part of the dress was roughly ripped off of Jan. Dirty calloused hands started beating on the car windows. For her part Jan could feel something large being stuck into her asshole. Given her position, her asshole was more exposed than her sweet cunt. A hand forced its way into the car around Jan.Tom became frightened. These people really were animals. He locked the driver door, then hit the accelerator. Jan had to run or risk being seriously hurt. The bums started chasing the car. Tom watched in the rearview mirror. Suddenly the gang of men stopped and ran the other way.For a moment Tom's chest swelled in pride, "those bums don't know who there messing with", he thought. He slowed to a stop, much to Jan's relief.Then he looked forward. Blocking the alley were three black men. One was the boy who had fucked Jan for "twobits". The other two were very large men. One was dressed in a leather jacket with buldging muscles, the other was in an outlandish blue crushed velour suit, with matching fedora.The muscle man leaped to the driver door. Now Tom knew why the bums had fled. Before he could react, the window was smashed by a huge fist, the door unlocked and Tom was dragged out of the car by the back of his neck. "These are my streets white boy, what are you doing here?", the man in blue boomed. Tom's stomach was doing flip flops. If only he had just stayed home and invited some more of his friends to enjoy the pleasures of Jan's flesh, he wouldn't be in this mess."I...I...I..", Tom stuttered.Muscle man had rolled down Jan's window freeing her. He stood her up straight and pulled her into the headlights. There he removed what was left of her torn dress, leaving her completely naked, illuminated in a dark dirty alley by the car headlights. Jan stood still as the three black men drank in her beauty."Is this your ho?""Y..Y..Yes," the terrified Tom finally got out. Muscle man had begun running his hands all over Jan's unblemished pale flesh."You want me to kill you boy? You trying to move in on my territory?"Tom quicly replied, "No Sir, I was just having some fun.""Well now we gonna have some fun with your ho! Get the hell out of here boy, I'm putt'in this bitch in my stable." Jerome the pimp, waved a pistol in Tom's face. Normally muscle man would have handled the gun play for Jerome, but he had just dropped his pants and was holding Jan in the air around her waist. The black muscle man took her standing right in the middle of the alley. He easily lowered her onto his upturned black spike. Tom scrambled into his car. He couldn't move forward because muscleman was bouncing Jan up and down right in front. So he threw the car into reverse and backed out of the alley. As he backed away he watched Jan wrap her white legs around her new lover and could she her respond in her placebo drug induced slut behavior.Tom was thankful to get home. Later that night Tom got a call from his neighbor Bill. He acted sorry to have to tell Bill this, but explained that three big black men had come and picked up Jan earlier in the evening, and he hadn't seen her since. He twisted the knife into Bill by saying that she was dressed in a very skimpy outfit and that the men had been very friendly with their hands.Bill flew right home from his trip that night. When Jan didn't answer the phone the next morning, he called Tom and asked him if he would pick him up at the airport.Tom was happy too and didn't miss an opportunity to give Bill a hard time. Finally, Bill reported Jan missing to the police. About a week later with still no sign of Jan, Tom told Bill that someone had spotted Jan in town.Using Bill's fancy car they drove to the part of town where the street walkers work. Seeing the luxury car, every hooker in the red light district headed to it thinking that some big money could be made with.Tom spotted the muscleman on the street with who he thought might be Jan. But a very changed Jan. Her hair was frosted and teased, multiple hoop earings hung from her ears, and her makeup was very heavy. Jan looked tired. But muscleman goosed her towards the luxury car. Her transparent mesh top exposed her firm but bruised tits and her ass cheeks hung below the micromini plastic skirt she wore. Red stockings and platform heels completed her outfit. The muscleman pushed Jan past the other hookers up to Bill's window.Without looking down she said, "you boys looking for a good time? Twenty dollars for straight fuck each, thirty for a blow job and fifty for around the world."Bill looked up and cried "Jan....."
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Aileen
by Simon (sinistersimon)
Aileen,
It was always the little things that tripped us up, we said. How many times
did we have that conversation? Dozens. Hundreds, maybe. That the little
things would set us off, and finally, you said, you couldn't stand the little
things anymore, and you needed something big, something that we could
reasonably use to end the marriage -- so you had an affair. That was how
you explained it yesterday, once we'd divided everything up, once the papers
were final, when we met for coffee to have the "can we still be friends" talk.
We'd fought for most of our marriage, and let's face it, we fought before that,
too, over the size of the wedding and who would sit where and whether exes
could come and if so, which. Little things. Every time we argued you said I
was petty, that I would take some tiny incident, something you'd done or
hadn't done or hadn't done right, and blow it out of proportion. You said I
was petty and unforgiving and you might have been right, but we always had
our best sex after fighting.
You argue passionately. Even when you're wrong, even when you know
you're wrong -- God, especially then -- you fight with every inch you have.
You don't raise your voice, you don't turn blue in the face, you don't throw
things. Neither of us do. We're not "like that." We save that energy for sex,
don't we? Instead of throwing plates at the wall we threw each other.
Instead of slamming doors we slammed hips into the mattress. Instead of
shouting we growled and mewled and groaned.
But you still fought. You'd argue and argue and argue, and even if it wasn't
about something which had bothered me that much -- even if it was only that
I was irritated you'd forgotten to tape the playoffs for me when I was
working late, or that you made dinner plans for both of us without asking me
first -- by the time we were done I was as pissed as you. Because that's what
you wanted. Looking back, I realize that every time we hit a dry spell, it
would end in an argument which brought up all the old bugaboos -- you'd go
back to turning the TV on as you went to sleep, you'd use up the mouthwash
but not put it on the grocery list, you'd flirt with my co-workers. All those
things you knew would piss me off.
You liked pissing me off, Aileen, because you liked the way I fucked you
when I was angry.
Don't get me wrong. It wasn't entirely you. If I hadn't done my share, we
never would've been married so long. I made a point of teasing you about
your sister after you gave me the standard "don't tell me my sister's hot"
speech every woman gives. I'd single out things you did which I thought
were beneath you, and more to the point beneath "my wife," whether those
things were reading "The Horse Whisperer" or leaving a wet towel crumpled
up on the floor after your shower.
Did I ever tell you about the time I fucked your sister, by the way?
I know I didn't. That wasn't so much a rhetorical question as it was a way to
piss you off. See, I'm playing my part again. Cause the truth is, Aileen, we
can't be friends. I don't really like you very much, and you don't like me,
either. We want to "remain friends" because it makes us look like better
people. It's Noble and Mature and Well-Adjusted.
You know what? We're not especially good people, and I don't think I give
a shit.
How old is Carole again? She's about five years younger than you, I think.
You always said you were jealous of her youth, but I remember you five
years ago. She looks better than you did. Barring some kind of accident, or
plastic surgery on your part, she always will. Better get used to it, cause
jealousy might make you good in bed, but eventually that will wear off.
Eventually it's just going to leave you ugly and bitter.
Carole's got your eyes, sure, although hers are brighter, more awake-looking.
Your cheekbones, but somehow she's lost the "baby fat" her older sister
claims to cling to. Bigger ass, which you pointed out once in a moment of
your own pettiness, but hey, wouldn't you know it? That's in now. She
wears low-rider jeans. She looks great in them.
All in all, she's sort of a prettier version of you. So look at it like this:
imagine me fucking her, and however much I'm liking it, figure that seventy-
five percent of that is because of things the two of you have in common. So
seventy-five percent of my lust for your little sister, well, that part's just a
compliment for you, isn't it?
How much am I pissing you off now?
Enough to make you wet?
You're wondering when it was. Do you know, I wonder that sometimes,
too? I know where you met The Guy -- I'm not going to say his name -- but
I don't know how it happened, how often, where, the mechanics of it, I guess
you could say. The mechanics of the seduction, the blueprint of infidelity.
Let me spare you that, Aileen. You don't have to wonder.
Remember that time, I had the conference in Boston? I told you I hadn't had
time to have dinner with your sister, and that was true, but only because we
didn't bother with dinner. I went over to her apartment and fucked her. I
could give you more details than that, but you know how it is, recounting
how exactly you go from saying hi to someone on the phone to kicking your
shoes off while you push their pants down -- you can never quite redraw the
steps exactly, and once recounted, they never seem to add up.
So -- oh, maybe this phrasing will ring a bell for you -- "it just happened."
Wasn't planned, by either of us. Had I always thought she was attractive?
Yes, if I'd stopped to think about it. But I had never taken much of a look,
because she was your sister, and I thought I loved you -- but let's face it, the
main reason I fucked her is because she wasn't you. In a thousand
wonderful ways, she wasn't you.
I watched some television while she got ready to go out for dinner, and at
some point the clothes stopped going on and started coming off, her makeup
still only half-applied. Maybe that much was planned: maybe she knew
better than to risk leaving a lipstick mark on my shirt, one I might not catch.
Your name didn't come up once.
Not once did I think about you while I was kissing her, pulling her onto my
lap and unhooking her bra while she yanked the half-buttoned blouse off,
and if you grazed my thoughts while her fingers grazed my cock through my
pants, it was only because it struck me how different her touch was. She
wasn't needy. She wasn't proving anything. She just wanted what she
wanted.
We were still half-dressed and she was wiping me from the corner of her
mouth when we moved to the bedroom, and -- oh, but did you want details?
Do you want to know if she sucked me differently than you did? If she took
her time, licking and kissing and teasing before finally sucking me off, or if
she just thrust her mouth over me and bobbed up and down until I burst?
You'll just have to guess.
Our clothes made a breadcrumb trail from the couch to the bedroom, that
barely-more-than-a-closet she had at the time, the one with room for the bed
and the dresser and not much else. When I fucked her I put my feet against
the dresser at the end of the bed, using it as something to push against, so I
could fuck her harder. She didn't bother screaming my name, she just
screamed for the sake of it, on her hands and knees on top of the comforter,
ramming her ass back against me and hissing every time I jabbed her. Do
you want to know if I fucked her ass, taking the opportunity to get what
you'd only give me once in a blue moon? You'll have to guess at that, too.
I'll tell you this: from behind, there's no resemblance between the two of
you. She arches differently, holds herself differently, and her hair falls down
over her face in a way which is dead sexy on her but would just make you
look tired. There are these curves to her thighs, these little indentations like
stretched-out dimples, which are just adorable when her legs clench. There's
a cleft in the small of her back I couldn't stop running my fingers over.
You're thinking there's no way I could've been hard enough to fuck her that
soon after she sucked my cock, that I hadn't been able to do that with you in
years, and I don't blame you for thinking that. Maybe I was just more
attracted to her. Maybe I was just tired of you.
Maybe every man in the world would rather fuck your sister, if he had the
chance.
Afterwards -- much later, when I went to my hotel room just in time to
check out -- we said the guilty things people say in situations like that, but
we said them while touching each other, running hands under clothes,
tracing fingertips over lips and necks, and yeah, there was affection there,
because we'd always gotten along, but no, it wasn't love. It was just fucking,
Aileen, never anything more than that and never anything less.
And I know you're pissed now. And you know I went to the Boston
conference twice -- once before your affair, and once after. You want to
know, did I cheat on you before you cheated on me?
You'll have to guess.
The best thing is, I know you, hon. I know how turned on you are right now.
I know how badly you want to fuck, because you can't get pissed at me
without wanting to fuck, not anymore, not after years of habit. It's like
cigarettes and coffee, gin and tonic. So I figure you have two choices. If
you want to be friends, forget the letter, call it even, and go fuck your new
guy.
If you just want to piss each other off and fuck, you know where I live now.
More stories: /~Simon and at Ruthie's Club
(ruthiesclub) as Simon Carraway
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by Simon (sinistersimon)
Aileen,
It was always the little things that tripped us up, we said. How many times
did we have that conversation? Dozens. Hundreds, maybe. That the little
things would set us off, and finally, you said, you couldn't stand the little
things anymore, and you needed something big, something that we could
reasonably use to end the marriage -- so you had an affair. That was how
you explained it yesterday, once we'd divided everything up, once the papers
were final, when we met for coffee to have the "can we still be friends" talk.
We'd fought for most of our marriage, and let's face it, we fought before that,
too, over the size of the wedding and who would sit where and whether exes
could come and if so, which. Little things. Every time we argued you said I
was petty, that I would take some tiny incident, something you'd done or
hadn't done or hadn't done right, and blow it out of proportion. You said I
was petty and unforgiving and you might have been right, but we always had
our best sex after fighting.
You argue passionately. Even when you're wrong, even when you know
you're wrong -- God, especially then -- you fight with every inch you have.
You don't raise your voice, you don't turn blue in the face, you don't throw
things. Neither of us do. We're not "like that." We save that energy for sex,
don't we? Instead of throwing plates at the wall we threw each other.
Instead of slamming doors we slammed hips into the mattress. Instead of
shouting we growled and mewled and groaned.
But you still fought. You'd argue and argue and argue, and even if it wasn't
about something which had bothered me that much -- even if it was only that
I was irritated you'd forgotten to tape the playoffs for me when I was
working late, or that you made dinner plans for both of us without asking me
first -- by the time we were done I was as pissed as you. Because that's what
you wanted. Looking back, I realize that every time we hit a dry spell, it
would end in an argument which brought up all the old bugaboos -- you'd go
back to turning the TV on as you went to sleep, you'd use up the mouthwash
but not put it on the grocery list, you'd flirt with my co-workers. All those
things you knew would piss me off.
You liked pissing me off, Aileen, because you liked the way I fucked you
when I was angry.
Don't get me wrong. It wasn't entirely you. If I hadn't done my share, we
never would've been married so long. I made a point of teasing you about
your sister after you gave me the standard "don't tell me my sister's hot"
speech every woman gives. I'd single out things you did which I thought
were beneath you, and more to the point beneath "my wife," whether those
things were reading "The Horse Whisperer" or leaving a wet towel crumpled
up on the floor after your shower.
Did I ever tell you about the time I fucked your sister, by the way?
I know I didn't. That wasn't so much a rhetorical question as it was a way to
piss you off. See, I'm playing my part again. Cause the truth is, Aileen, we
can't be friends. I don't really like you very much, and you don't like me,
either. We want to "remain friends" because it makes us look like better
people. It's Noble and Mature and Well-Adjusted.
You know what? We're not especially good people, and I don't think I give
a shit.
How old is Carole again? She's about five years younger than you, I think.
You always said you were jealous of her youth, but I remember you five
years ago. She looks better than you did. Barring some kind of accident, or
plastic surgery on your part, she always will. Better get used to it, cause
jealousy might make you good in bed, but eventually that will wear off.
Eventually it's just going to leave you ugly and bitter.
Carole's got your eyes, sure, although hers are brighter, more awake-looking.
Your cheekbones, but somehow she's lost the "baby fat" her older sister
claims to cling to. Bigger ass, which you pointed out once in a moment of
your own pettiness, but hey, wouldn't you know it? That's in now. She
wears low-rider jeans. She looks great in them.
All in all, she's sort of a prettier version of you. So look at it like this:
imagine me fucking her, and however much I'm liking it, figure that seventy-
five percent of that is because of things the two of you have in common. So
seventy-five percent of my lust for your little sister, well, that part's just a
compliment for you, isn't it?
How much am I pissing you off now?
Enough to make you wet?
You're wondering when it was. Do you know, I wonder that sometimes,
too? I know where you met The Guy -- I'm not going to say his name -- but
I don't know how it happened, how often, where, the mechanics of it, I guess
you could say. The mechanics of the seduction, the blueprint of infidelity.
Let me spare you that, Aileen. You don't have to wonder.
Remember that time, I had the conference in Boston? I told you I hadn't had
time to have dinner with your sister, and that was true, but only because we
didn't bother with dinner. I went over to her apartment and fucked her. I
could give you more details than that, but you know how it is, recounting
how exactly you go from saying hi to someone on the phone to kicking your
shoes off while you push their pants down -- you can never quite redraw the
steps exactly, and once recounted, they never seem to add up.
So -- oh, maybe this phrasing will ring a bell for you -- "it just happened."
Wasn't planned, by either of us. Had I always thought she was attractive?
Yes, if I'd stopped to think about it. But I had never taken much of a look,
because she was your sister, and I thought I loved you -- but let's face it, the
main reason I fucked her is because she wasn't you. In a thousand
wonderful ways, she wasn't you.
I watched some television while she got ready to go out for dinner, and at
some point the clothes stopped going on and started coming off, her makeup
still only half-applied. Maybe that much was planned: maybe she knew
better than to risk leaving a lipstick mark on my shirt, one I might not catch.
Your name didn't come up once.
Not once did I think about you while I was kissing her, pulling her onto my
lap and unhooking her bra while she yanked the half-buttoned blouse off,
and if you grazed my thoughts while her fingers grazed my cock through my
pants, it was only because it struck me how different her touch was. She
wasn't needy. She wasn't proving anything. She just wanted what she
wanted.
We were still half-dressed and she was wiping me from the corner of her
mouth when we moved to the bedroom, and -- oh, but did you want details?
Do you want to know if she sucked me differently than you did? If she took
her time, licking and kissing and teasing before finally sucking me off, or if
she just thrust her mouth over me and bobbed up and down until I burst?
You'll just have to guess.
Our clothes made a breadcrumb trail from the couch to the bedroom, that
barely-more-than-a-closet she had at the time, the one with room for the bed
and the dresser and not much else. When I fucked her I put my feet against
the dresser at the end of the bed, using it as something to push against, so I
could fuck her harder. She didn't bother screaming my name, she just
screamed for the sake of it, on her hands and knees on top of the comforter,
ramming her ass back against me and hissing every time I jabbed her. Do
you want to know if I fucked her ass, taking the opportunity to get what
you'd only give me once in a blue moon? You'll have to guess at that, too.
I'll tell you this: from behind, there's no resemblance between the two of
you. She arches differently, holds herself differently, and her hair falls down
over her face in a way which is dead sexy on her but would just make you
look tired. There are these curves to her thighs, these little indentations like
stretched-out dimples, which are just adorable when her legs clench. There's
a cleft in the small of her back I couldn't stop running my fingers over.
You're thinking there's no way I could've been hard enough to fuck her that
soon after she sucked my cock, that I hadn't been able to do that with you in
years, and I don't blame you for thinking that. Maybe I was just more
attracted to her. Maybe I was just tired of you.
Maybe every man in the world would rather fuck your sister, if he had the
chance.
Afterwards -- much later, when I went to my hotel room just in time to
check out -- we said the guilty things people say in situations like that, but
we said them while touching each other, running hands under clothes,
tracing fingertips over lips and necks, and yeah, there was affection there,
because we'd always gotten along, but no, it wasn't love. It was just fucking,
Aileen, never anything more than that and never anything less.
And I know you're pissed now. And you know I went to the Boston
conference twice -- once before your affair, and once after. You want to
know, did I cheat on you before you cheated on me?
You'll have to guess.
The best thing is, I know you, hon. I know how turned on you are right now.
I know how badly you want to fuck, because you can't get pissed at me
without wanting to fuck, not anymore, not after years of habit. It's like
cigarettes and coffee, gin and tonic. So I figure you have two choices. If
you want to be friends, forget the letter, call it even, and go fuck your new
guy.
If you just want to piss each other off and fuck, you know where I live now.
More stories: /~Simon and at Ruthie's Club
(ruthiesclub) as Simon Carraway
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